Whoever reads this, I am in fact a writer.

I will not tell you my name; or my origin. I will not be open to those who cannot respect me, or others on this site.

My stories on the other hand, are yet to be posted. Please be patient. Do not stop reading here because I said I have no stories to tell.

A sample perhaps?

Granted, although this is not from one on my fan fictions.

I made this up on the spot.

The water glitsened as I lay peacefully by the waterside. I could feel every strand of grass, and every grain of sand between my toes and hands. But all I felt was not in fact grass or sand, it felt more like cotton or silk. My senses were dulling slowly, and I feared I would never see again after I closed my eyes to blink. So I stared upward to the blackened sky. Each star staring down at me, giving my the pleasure to stare back up. I could barely feel my own pulse or blood pumping through me, only rushing sadness. Would I ever see him again? The man with the eyes that when you looked into them, you couldn't look away? No, it couldn't be the end. Tears rolled down my cheeks and into the grass, trees towering over almost telling me that it was okay to end it, right here. But I knew they were lies. Nothing would kill me, especially not now. I could no longer hear the water, but my ears were warmed by extreme blood pressure in my head. It almost soothed me. I was about to close my eyes when I saw him, running. Closer and closer he came, and I kept falling faster as he neared. I barely moved my lips into a smile before I could no longer see him. But I knew now it was okay to go. Nothing was holding me back now. I just wanted to see him one more time, alive.

And soon the darkness of the midnight sky corrupted me and my soul, and I fell into the never ending depths of a satan's paradise.